g the
ball far round into right field, but he hit it high, and almost before
he actually hit it the great sprinter was speeding across the green.

The suspense grew almost unbearable as the ball soared in its parabolic
flight and the red-haired runner streaked dark across the green. The
ball seemed never to be coming down. And when it began to descend and
reached a point perhaps fifty feet above the ground there appeared more
distance between where it would alight and where Reddie was than
anything human could cover. It dropped and dropped, and then dropped
into Reddie Ray's outstretched hands. He had made the catch look easy.
But the fact that White scored from second base on the play showed what
the catch really was.

There was no movement or restlessness of the audience such as usually
indicated the beginning of the exodus. Scott struck Babcock out. The
game still had fire. The Grays never let up a moment on their
coaching. And the hoarse voices of the Stars were grimmer than ever.
Reddie Ray was the only one of the seven who kept silent. And he
crouched like a tiger.

The teams changed sides with the Grays three runs in the lead.
Morrissey, for the Stars, opened with a clean drive to right. Then
Healy slashed a ground ball to Hanley and nearly knocked him down.
When old Burns, by a hard rap to short, advanced the runners a base and
made a desperate, though unsuccessful, effort to reach first the
Providence crowd awoke to a strange and inspiring appreciation. They
began that most rare feature in baseball audiences--a strong and
trenchant call for the visiting team to win.

The play had gone fast and furious. Wehying, sweaty and disheveled,
worked violently. All the Grays were on uneasy tiptoes. And the Stars
were seven Indians on the warpath. Halloran fouled down the
right-field line; then he fouled over the left-field fence. Wehying
tried to make him too anxious, but it was in vain. Halloran was
implacable. With two strikes and three balls he hit straight down to
white, and was out. The ball had been so sharp that neither runner on
base had a chance to advance.

Two men out, two on base, Stars wanting three runs to tie, Scott, a
weak batter, at the plate! The situation was disheartening. Yet there
sat Delaney, shot through and through with some vital compelling force.
He saw only victory. And when the very first ball pitched to Scott hit
him on the leg, giving him his base, Delaney got to hi